NOVEL NEXT Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Chapter 9: The Sorting Hat: Azkaban, Must Azkaban!
In the hall of the auditorium, he heard faint crying from outside. The senior students burst into laughter instantly. The twins fell under the long table, laughing. Dumbledore sat on the teaching bench and observed the roar of laughter. Although he didn't know what had happened, he couldn't help but smile. What a passionate evening and what a dynamic group of students. It doesn't get any better than this.
The next second, the castle gate was opened by Professor McGonagall, and there were cries from outside. The smile on Dumbledore's face froze. What a miserable group of freshmen crying.
"Dumbledore, something happened, I'll tell you later. Let's do the sorting ceremony first," Professor McGonagall hurried over to the staff and whispered to Dumbledore.
"All right."
Accompanied by low sobs, the Sorting Hat sang a song that hadn't changed for many years. It was smelly and long! The voice was high-pitched and hard to hear. After singing, the sorting ceremony officially began. Professor McGonagall held a piece of parchment in her hand.
"Next, the students whose names I read come forward, put on the hat, and wait for the sorting!"
"Hannah Abbott!" A little girl with a ruddy complexion and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and came to the Sorting Hat, watching nervously.
"Are you going to hurt me?" she asked.
"Don't worry, I'm just a hat with no function other than talking." The vigilance in Hannah's eyes did not weaken at all.
"Is there something hidden in your body, such as some sharp swords, as long as I wear you, it will pierce me."
The Sorting Hat: "????" How did this little girl know that the Gryffindor sword was hidden on her body?
"Well, boy, Hogwarts won't hurt little wizards," Professor McGonagall said helplessly from the side. "We're hurrying up."
"Okay." The little girl with braids carefully touched the sorting hat all over, then put it on her head.
The Sorting Hat thought: So, this year's young wizards are so cautious?
"Hufflepuff!" A moment later, the Sorting Hat yelled. Hufflepuff on the right immediately burst into applause and cheers. With the first head start, the rest will be much faster. Every freshman whose name was called came up and put on the hat.
"Susan Bones!" "Hufflepuff!"
"Terry Boot!" "Ravenclaw!"
One by one, the freshmen were assigned to the four houses. As soon as Malfoy put the hat on, the Sorting Hat called out "Slytherin." The main trio was also assigned to Gryffindor. There was a deafening cheer from the Gryffindor table.
"Kyle Mo..." Soon, it was Kyle's turn. Professor McGonagall paused when she said the last name.
In the end, the surname that symbolized the devil in hell was not kicked out. "I'm here!" Kyle raised his hand high. He wore a black wizard robe and had handsome, three-dimensional facial features. There was a sunny smile on his face, and his handsome appearance immediately attracted the attention of most of the little witches present. They looked at Kyle with red hearts in their eyes, and on his shoulders stood two elves—so cute!
Kyle approached the Sorting Hat, full of curiosity. Sorting! This is the moment where the quality of a young wizard can be seen most directly. But where would a kind little wizard like himself be assigned? Hufflepuff? Or would the Sorting Hat discover the courage that lies within him and maybe assign him to Gryffindor? It might even uncover his intellectual curiosity and let him join Ravenclaw as a seeker of truth? As for Slytherin? Pooh! How could such a kind wizard like himself go to Slytherin?
Many people at the four long tables were also looking at Kyle curiously, especially the teachers on the staff who knew Kyle's identity. They were all curious about which house Kyle would be assigned to. "It's Kyle, I don't know which school he will be assigned to," Harry whispered to Ronald. "I have a feeling he might be in Slytherin!" Ronald curled his lips. The two of them had already realized on the train that they had been fooled, feeling a bit flustered.
Thinking wildly in his mind, Kyle picked up the Sorting Hat and put it on his head. "Azkaban! Must be Azkaban!" In the next second, the Sorting Hat seemed to have been greatly frightened and screamed loudly. The moment the Sorting Hat was placed on Kyle's head, the world in front of him suddenly changed. Dark! Evil! Blood! For Merlin's sake, it had been at Hogwarts for so many years and had never seen such a pure little wizard who was "black." For a moment, it even forgot about the sorting and just yelled "Azkaban!"
Everyone in the hall of the auditorium fell eerily silent, surprised as they opened their mouths wide. Who is this? Did the Sorting Hat just say Azkaban?